Oh internet, I had plans. Plans like you wouldn’t believe.
Well, after about a year of procrastination I went out to hang laundry and was treated to a worse sight.
I put it back together to make it look better, and to appease the horror at my procrastination.
It was time to call someone.
Did you know that 90% of my foundation is not block? Who knew that Victorians preferred clay tile over concrete? What were they thinking?
So, Mr. Contractor said that he would be out sometime Saturday afternoon. Superman and the girl had a Stuffmart fashion show to be in, but I had plans.
I was going to blog in detail the restoration of my foundation. I had witty things I was going to type. It was going to be great!
I also wanted to be there for my family. So because I know that contractors are notoriously late, over budget, and take months longer than planned to finish a project, I told the girl that I would go to Stuffmart to watch her.
I just knew Mr. Contractor would be late and I would have plenty of time to capture the restoration process in full digital glory.
I came home an hour and a half later to this.
I guess Mr. Contractor didn’t get the memo.